Will my number come up eventually?
Like love is some kind of lottery
Where you can scratch and see what's underneath
It's "Sorry", just one cherry, or "Play Again"
So it's almost three in the morning. I wish I was tired, but I'm not. At all.
My lover is asleep on the couch like, three feet behind me. I could spit on him if I wanted to. Which I don't. But anyways. Maybe it's because I've been an insomniac for so long, but watching people sleep fascinates me. So every once in a while I look over my shoulder and steal a glance. (That sounds creepy, but I don't really care. No one reads this any more) It makes me smile. So, in the middle of one of my peeks, it really, truely hits me for the first time.
I'm retardedly happy and in love. Like, seriously. Ridiculously, totally, all encompassingly in mo fukkin l-o-v-e. I want to sing and dance and be crazy. I want to go outside and yell. But I won't, seeing as how it's three in the morning.
I've also never felt so protective in my entire life. I just get these intense, primal feelings constantly. Like, I have three boys. And they are mine. And if you fuck with that, I will grab you by your hair, throw you on the ground and kick you in the fucking gut. And then pee on you. And probably spit. Then kick some more. SO DON'T MESS. F'real. I'll kill you. But anyways. Back to happy feelings. Hahahaha.
My number finally came up. All the cherries.
As a sidebar, my 4/20 was amazing and I love Destiney.
But now I'm bored and have exausted the interweb, so I'm gonna plug it back into the xbox for Mik in case he wakes up and wants to watch Netflix, kiss him between the eyes, and crawl into my bed and try to sleep.
I feel like a kitten. I love you all.
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